Chapter 924

The elixir room was charred black.

Blood mist floated in mid-air, dancing gracefully.

The shocked and stunned Perfected Form Jiang Zongshi flashed forward.

"Old Ancestor!" Yi Hao supported Yi Chen.

"Save them first, do not pursue!"

Yi Chen stumbled, his dry, peeling lips trembling as he gasped violently, leaning against the wall to barely stand.

He swallowed a mouthful of stagnant blood, and with the support of his clansmen and under the expectant gazes of the other Grandmasters, he went one by one to the side of the screaming Grandmasters, touching their wounds; each time he touched one, his face turned a shade paler, and after finishing with the three, he gripped Yi Hao's arm tightly.

"Remember, hold on until Du and Wan, the Heaven-Human realm experts, arrive!"

"Rest assured, Old Ancestor!"

"Good!"

Yi Chen uttered this final word, retracted all his vital energy, and sat cross-legged in the corner like a dead, stubborn stone.

"Quick, quick, quick! Clean water! Bring some clean water!" Yi Hao shouted.

The Ghost Mother Sect disciples, not yet completely terrified out of their wits, rushed out at top speed.

They fetched clean water.

Several people picked up the internal organs of the Jiang Zongshi who had been cut in half, which were scattered all over the floor, put them into a basin to wash away the mud and dust, reconnected the intestines, and shoved them all back into the abdomen, after which they pieced the upper and lower halves together, using needle and thread to perform an emergency suture.

Amidst shrill screams.

An ugly scar, resembling a centipede, appeared, writhing incessantly on the waist.

The Du-surname Jiang Zongshi, his forehead covered in cold sweat, had dull eyes, his expression filled with terror at death; he was completely speechless, and even after the crisis had passed, he temporarily lacked the ability to react.

His clansmen could only bow respectfully on his behalf to the Yi family Old Ancestor in the corner.

Without Old Ancestor Yi Chen's actions just now, the Jiang Zongshi who had been cut in half would certainly have died!

But with that touch just now, the man could live!

The premise for a Jiang Zongshi's tenacious vitality is not encountering the crushing pressure of a higher realm; otherwise, the spiritual will left behind by a higher-realm expert is enough to entangle the wound, preventing it from ever healing.

Given the current situation of the Water-Bathing Sect, they definitely lacked recovery elixirs powerful enough to ignore or dispel a Wu Sheng's will.

If the attached will wasn't removed in time, others could only help him close his eyes to suffer less pain, and as for the other two, even though they only had their calves hacked off, they would likely be left with permanent disabilities!

Fortunately.

Yi Chen's divine ability was special; he had absorbed all the Wu Sheng's will in the room into himself to refine, which was the only reason he had managed to save a life!

It was just that the Yi family Old Ancestor, who had borne the full Wu Sheng's will, was definitely not having an easy time; at the very least, he would be unable to recover his vitality for a very long time!

The one who had been cut in half might even drop a realm because of this!

"Arrogant!"

The Du-surname Jiang Zongshi was furious.

No one had expected that after the Great Shun raided the elixir vein, they wouldn't run, but instead turn back to catch them off guard!

Besieging a point to strike reinforcements was one thing, and they admitted their hard power was inferior and the Great Shun had deployed so many effective forces, but it was actually a yellow-haired brat who used such a clever method to strike and retreat instantly; countless grievances were stuck in their chests, almost causing internal injuries.

"Who is that kid?"

"At this age, to have both a Buddhist Golden Body and a Wu Sheng's strike, and so many life-saving methods." The Jiang Zongshi with the broken calf leaned against the wall, gasping in cold air. "Thinking about it, it must be that young talent from the Great Shun who is making such a stir, right?"

"Liang Qu?"

There was constant news from land coming into the sect; how could they not know of Liang Qu's deeds?

Famous far and wide!

"In the past, Zhang Zhang Longxiang leveled both banks of the Great River, and today another Liang Qu has emerged, wanting to level both banks of the Great River?" The Du-surname Jiang Zongshi squeezed soil into stone, then crushed it into powder. "If I don't avenge this, I swear I am not a man!"

The old members, who had originally been competing to seize the remaining elixirs and recoup their losses, were stimulated by today's events and surged with a bit of bloodthirstiness.

Only the Wang-surname lineage Jiang Zongshi, who had suffered fewer losses, looked on coldly, using his qi to form threads to suture muscles and bones.

The talk was loud and thunderous.

But when it came to real blade-to-blade fighting, one by one they retreated, all counting on other lineages to take the lead.

Qiankun Treasure Cave.

Chen Chen Shixuan received Liang Qu and closed the space.

"What is the situation?"

Yang Yang Dongxiong asked. Su Guishan, Wei Lin, and Xu Xu Yuelong stared intently.

Liang Qu shook his hand.

Roll, roll, roll.

The blood-filled head landed and rolled, facing the crowd; both eyes were filled with terror, the pupils still showing signs of dilation, and the lips twitching unconsciously.

The long black hair was stained with blood and covered in ashes, like a glutinous rice ball that had fallen to the ground.

One could vaguely make out two words being said.

"Save me!"

The intense desire for survival near death had completely crushed the opponent's normal cognitive abilities, leading to frantic pleas for help.

It was done!

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces, and they felt incomparably gratified.

"Five people: one had his head cut off, one was cut in half, and two had their calves severed at the roots. There was a powerful guy, likely a Heaven-Human realm expert, who caught the silver light and struck back, boasting that he also had Wu Sheng methods.

There were three more Perfected Form experts arriving outside, so I only had time to grab one severed head. Thinking back, it must have been that old man reversing his qi in a desperate state, deliberately bluffing me; the counter-strike was his own ability." Liang Qu said concisely.

"Counter-strike?" Su Guishan pondered. "That must be the Heaven-Human expert of the Yi lineage. The Yi family had a Wu Sheng as a clansman hundreds of years ago, leaving behind a heritage that formed its own system.

One is for repelling harm, two is for controlling harm, and three is for reversing harm. It's like magnetic repulsion; upon reaching the Heaven-Human realm, combining the first two, one reaches the 'Reversal' realm, and can borrow force to strike back. It's a complete set, and the techniques are extremely powerful; there was once a feat of reversing a Wu Sheng's attack!"

"If it weren't for you striking first against his second move, catching him off guard and breaking his True Steel and chaotic qi, it would have been truly dangerous!"

"Exactly the same."

Liang Qu pondered for a moment and couldn't help but nod.

The Ghost Mother Sect was a remnant of the Great Great Qian; the identities of the Dukes, Commandery Princes, and Princes of the Blood within it were traceable and didn't just pop up out of nowhere.

Everyone had a rough understanding beforehand, but they didn't know the opponent had arrived; in the blink of an eye, there was no time to think, and they hadn't matched the names to the faces.

However, no matter what.

"You have performed a great service!" Su Guishan praised.

The imperial court doesn't look at the process, only the results.

No matter how dangerous.

Success is success!

Six people came out this time: two captured alive, two killed, two severely injured, and two with severed limbs; they gathered countless important elixir tripods and destroyed the Ghost Mother Sect's blood-transfusion core. The battle results were shockingly rich!

No one who has cultivated to the Perfected Form realm is made of mud.

Even less is anyone willing to risk their life; for any killing action, one usually needs double the number of people to be absolutely sure.

One must have their life to enjoy the money; only then are people willing to earn it.

If they hadn't gathered six people today, Chen Chen Shixuan would never have been willing to come along.

Normally, such battle results would require at least sixteen Perfected Form experts, including at least two Heaven-Human realm experts.

But if they really gathered sixteen people and the Southern Zhili didn't take action, they would almost have to mobilize most of the prefectures around the Jianghuai region, just like a major battle; it wouldn't be surprising to achieve such results then.

"Amazing, kid; you don't look like a newly promoted Jiang Zongshi at all, you're already holding your own." Xu Xu Yuelong sighed.

To hold two Wu Sheng methods and penetrate deep behind enemy lines for a surprise attack—it looks easy, but who else has the guts?

The probability of surviving one dangerous situation after another is smaller than winning a prize in a jar-opening shop; without a huge advantage, any killing action is dancing on the edge of a blade.

Using the small to defeat the big.

Anyone would have to say it was beautiful!

"This head..." Liang Qu kicked it.

"Burn it, lest it leave behind some qi-mechanism or backup plan to come back to life."

Wei Lin grabbed the black hair and threw it into the dying elixir furnace; the golden flames roared, leaving behind a blurred black shadow.

The head rolled, emitting a final scream, and completely turned into ashes.

The burnt smell dissipated.

"Let's go, while the night fog is thick, change locations, and rest for two days."

(Chapter end)